Killer at the age of 12: Lying and laughing among peach blossoms

Picking up the wine cup, drank it down in one gulp, and glanced at Bi Dongqing: "My dear apprentice, pour it for my master."

……

Mrs. Bi picked up the glass of wine and drank it, or didn't drink it.

A look of embarrassment flashed in Bi Dongliu's eyes>

Not knowing which weakness Feng Lingyan's words hit him, his face turned slightly pale. [

Bi Dongqing's face was also a little bitter.

He likes this shrewd and weird little girl, how could he really worship her as his teacher?

His apprenticeship was originally a bit of a joke, but now it's real!

How can this be good?

He absently poured wine for Feng Lingyan.

The light in Gong Yanmo's eyes was a little unpredictable, he looked at him with a smile, and said leisurely: "Well, it's full, it's overflowing."

Bi Dongqing was startled, and looked down, a large amount of wine had flowed out.

A handsome face flushed instantly, Na Na said: "Yes... I'm sorry."

Slumped and sat down.

This meal was finished in this extremely weird atmosphere.

Because the princess's illness cannot be delayed any longer, and as a medicine introduction, the fresher the blood, the better>

In order to be safe, Bi Dongliu decided to simply bring Princess He Yi along.

Mrs. Bi was worried and wanted to follow.

Bi Dongliu drove the car himself, and a group of six drove to Bi's other courtyard——Chuxiu Garden.

Master Bi came here in person by car, which naturally surprised the guards of Chuxiu Garden.>

He rushed forward to greet her, and someone wanted to run in and report to Mrs. Nie.

Bi Dongliu's eyes flashed, and he ordered: "Madam is weak, don't disturb her, prepare a quiet room first. It should be very clean, don't let anyone disturb you."

Here his word is the decree>

The guards of Chu Xiuyuan did not dare to disturb Nie Liuxi, and opened the gate to welcome the carriage. [

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Alas, alas, alas, now I am starting to post naked.

Mumu's code words have always been relatively slow, sometimes for a sentence, a description, will scratch the scalp for a long time.

Don't be impatient, everyone.